Pulling away at the seams of our souls
And then trying to sew them back up with the blunt needle we use to prick our skin with hoping to feel pain so we can feel human again.
Peeling away the skin and ripping ourselves apart trying to find answers to the mystery of the questions in our minds.
We climb the trees only to fall and graze our knees. Learn to pick yourself up and start again. Feel pain to witness pleasure.
Blood drops stain our material possessions turning them rotten making them simple throw a ways we don't want anymore.
Footsteps tread on dreams and hopes wearing down the paths we've once walked a
Life through the eyes poem ... by cool-cookie, literature
Literature
Life through the eyes poem ...
Life through the eyes of the hour glass ...
... staring back at us with an icy glare.
The protective bubble sheilding us is no more, it is broken - like our sanity.
Innocence washing away like the sand castle against the waves - breaking up along with the rose coloured glasses we use to see - most of us blinded by the truth of lies within us.
The world turns - trees become naked revealing their secrets and faults. The sun burns out - leaving us to be consumed by darkness. In the sky and in our hearts. Stars begin to whisper - spreading lies like the flesh in our mouths.
Some people so unwilling to bend - so most of us keep bending till w
Life through the eyes poem ... by cool-cookie, literature
Literature
Life through the eyes poem ...
Life through the eyes of the hour glass ...
... staring back at us with an icy glare.
The protective bubble sheilding us is no more, it is broken - like our sanity.
Innocence washing away like the sand castle against the waves - breaking up along with the rose coloured glasses we use to see - most of us blinded by the truth of lies within us.
The world turns - trees become naked revealing their secrets and faults. The sun burns out - leaving us to be consumed by darkness. In the sky and in our hearts. Stars begin to whisper - spreading lies like the flesh in our mouths.
Some people so unwilling to bend - so most of us keep bending till w
Pulling away at the seams of our souls
And then trying to sew them back up with the blunt needle we use to prick our skin with hoping to feel pain so we can feel human again.
Peeling away the skin and ripping ourselves apart trying to find answers to the mystery of the questions in our minds.
We climb the trees only to fall and graze our knees. Learn to pick yourself up and start again. Feel pain to witness pleasure.
Blood drops stain our material possessions turning them rotten making them simple throw a ways we don't want anymore.
Footsteps tread on dreams and hopes wearing down the paths we've once walked a